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and there she is widows-thrill or devil's backbone, some sort of specimen hog-tied to the sediment combs her hand with nails bit past the quick through her hair til she thinks there's not one incongruent strand dragging her feet down the primrose path off on the hard way into heaven I know I'm good for something I just haven't found it yet
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
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and there she is widows-thrill or devil's backbone, some sort of specimen hog-tied to the sediment combs her hand with nails bit past the quick through her hair til she thinks there's not one incongruent strand dragging her feet down the primrose path off on the hard way into heaven I know I'm good for something I just haven't found it yet
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
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